Wednesday, 13 April 2011

Vaguely Dada-like Interlude

Jade blossoms sprout from the old woman's blouse
She deep-fries and salts them
Savouring each leaf in reverence
She's hoping to recall the young man who passed by here long ago
But he's been gone for too long to retrace his footsteps
And so
She munches on
With sorrow

Indigo light licks at the edges of my face
My face wide open with laughter
The tears irritate my eyes
Both sleep and light deprived

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